The ribald laughter was fine. The laughter he could guarantee. Bask in it too when he knew the Brotherhood would always back him. That the ale jug might be in danger of being ripped from his hand and smacked over his head, and what would happen if it did, he could guarantee too. She could do with taming.

The image that flashed in his head wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Well, certainly not here in front of everyone. And not just that. Look at her staring as if he were a ...